I don't even know what to say. A lot happened. Like I said in a previous post, I got a job. I moved out of my grandmother's house and out of the city of Baltimore. Me, my dad, and Roxie (my dog). I found an apartment for us. Then I got my toxic leech uncles evicted as they were just living for free while being total assholes to us. After moving, I realize that I put up with a lot of abuse from them. Mental and verbal abuse. I was scared to express myself. Wear certain clothes items and I was deemed a slut by one. Gained weight and I was deemed fat by the other. All criticisms and no positivity as my dad said. Even in the wake of my grandmother's death, I felt like a piece of furniture to them. My dad was disgusted and outraged by their treatment of me. He came to the realization himself as to how truly toxic they BOTH were. He credits me for saving our lives as I never gave up on finding a place and I took a job that was backbreaking work to achieve it. Tbh, I was terrified of getting my job and moving. I had no choice really. Even if my uncles (gags I hate calling them that) had left, we couldn't afford the bills that came with it and we would've been living in poor conditions. The house sustained too much water damage from my uncle flooding the house and became a mold-filled hell hole. Selling it was the kindest thing we can do for it. The city would have taken it and it would have become another abandoned property courtesy of the city. At least now it will be fixed up and sold to a family who can make new memories with it. Unfortunately, we have to split the money with freeloaders due to no will. Still, I'm glad I was able to get them evicted. They don't deserve anything, but they most definitely don't deserve a house!
Some other insane stuff happened in midst of staying at the house and moving. Me and dad were chilling in the living room of the old house one night when we heard a bunch of gunshots. We being used to hearing that as it's the crime-ridden city, didn't really react till a bullet hit the window frame. An actual bullet hit the window frame. The window I was sitting behind. We both freaked out. I was shaking and crying. Police came and roped off the street. I'm very happy to be out of the city because of that. I have no plans of returning to the city anytime soon. Then my dad got in an accident with the Uhaul. Wasn't his fault. Some dumbass hit him. That was scary and delayed our move. He wasn't hurt and we hadn't loaded it up with our stuff when it happened thankfully. It shook him up though. I immediately found a replacement company to move. I even saw a car explode out back in a lot located out back near the house. I honestly started to question if I was in some disaster movie or life simulator at some point. Thankfully, my life is somewhat boring again. Hoping it stays boring and normal.
So speaking of normal, the job is still going well so far. I've been working there for 9 months now. I'm considered their most hard-working and dependable worker. I like who I work with. They accept me in all my weirdness and awkwardness. Everyone says hi to me and knows me by name. I'm used to being treated like crap at jobs that it's shocking to receive such kindness. Speaking of kindness, the county where I'm living now is amazing. Everyone is so nice and friendly. Then it's super convenient as stores are everywhere and my job is only a few mins away. It's wonderful. I'm looking forward to summer so Roxie and I can hang out in the park. They even have dog oriented restaurant here. It's adorable. I hope I can take her there. I just don't look forward to the bugs. The bugs are different here. 😖 I do like squirrels tho. They're so many squirrels here.😊
Roxie is doing fine. She turned 14 years old in February if you can believe it. When we moved, she was anxious and confused. I held her and put her in my bed the first night to calm her down. She snored in my ear the whole night and was back to her usual self the next day. She adjusted almost immediately. She was happier and even stopped coughing. Unfortunately, she is not in the best health now. She is skinnier and losing hair now. She has concerning spots and lumps that worry me. She's not as energetic and doesn't play with toys anymore. The only thing she truly enjoys is food and rolling around my room. She has a vet appointment, so hopefully, they can make her feel better and calm my fears. We don't need any more heartbreak right now.
As for me, I'm good. Still healing. I went through a bout of anger and depression as I said in previous post. My hair broke off from stress giving me shorter hair. I cried about it when I got the big cut, but I don't hate it now. It's sort of liberating. It's like a bob cut. I plan to dye it purple soon. Then I'm going to rehaul my whole wardrobe, get a second piercing in my ears, and get my nose pierced. Also working on getting a learner's permit. I'm fucking serious this time. I'm going reinvent myself into the person I want to be outwardly and inwardly with no fucks given. I already have new glasses which were much needed. Whenever I get the rest of my tax money, I'm getting a PS5. I also need more furniture. Like a couch for one. I need to price that. The job hasn't made me permanent yet but I'm hoping that's coming soon. I like my job, but the pay is sort of sucky with seasonal/temp status. >_<
I'm probably forgetting something, but eh. My dad is fine by the way. Still, missing my grandmother, but he's healing. We both miss her so much. :( He's happy to be in the county though and he's proud of me. 💖😊
Ok, for why I'm here. Sims. I don't have Sims 4 but I still have Sims 3 installed. I don't know if anyone cares to see my shit anymore. Whatever. I'll still post and play on my days off. So expect some shit soonish. Maybe today if I don't fall asleep. I get internet access recently and brand new light-up speakers that match my PC. Fuckin ready to go and fire up the game! I'm back bitches!
P.S. I've been working 5 days a week and I plan to go back to 4 days, so I'll have more time BS in life and here for real. :D
